SOoo yea changed name and summary a bit, huge thanks to Vescu for it...I suck at summaries so it was a help to have someone give me better Idea.

And in cas you're wondering,...ASRA is Animaras Space and Research Agency...(Animaras being the name of the continent the city of Zootopia is in.)

The shrill beeping of his alarm clock startled him from his slumber, groaning as he rolled over to silence the sound. Gideon sat up and, for the first time since therapy, actually did not want to get up. His dreams plagued with fear filled screams of kits and blood. He shook his head quickly, not wanting to dwell on his past too long, seeing how his bakery was going to open itself. A small smile graced his muzzle as the thought of it being HIS sunk in more and more. The tod inhaled deeply and let it out with a enthusiastic sigh, he was going to be ready for the day, regardless of his nightmares. After a quick shower and thorough drying, the portly fox walked happily down stairs to the bakery, another happy coincidence that the old mam had converted the upper areas to a living area years prior, saving Gideon just a bit more money. He whistled a happy tune as he flipped his lights on and firing up the ovens. He clapped his now flour covered paws together, eager to finally (hopefully) put the past behind him.

The bell rang on Sharla's first day of classes, smiling widely at the eager children in her classroom as they grabbed their bags and rushed from her room for morning break. The feeling of euphoric and her beaming smile masking her inner thoughts and turmoil. 'Gideon? Here? I thought I heard he moved away, and was still a trouble maker...well at least that's what Gareth told me over the phone during the past few years...but...a baker? Him? And Why did I run? I'm not afraid of him anymore...right?' The ewe sighed heavily as she slumped back into her chair, shaking her head wistfully before grabbing her own stuff and made her way to the teachers lounge, her hoofs echoing through the now empty halls, almost masking the faint sounds of the younger kits playing in the large yard. She opened the door to find the room already buzzing with chatting colleagues. She smiled as she made her way to a group of teachers when a paw on her shoulder stopped her, Sharla turned to find the smiling muzzle of Amanda, who motioned for her to follow. Confused, she was led over to a corner, where the coyote crossed her arms playfully over her chest and smirked, "So...whats the story?"

"Hmm...oh a lot actually...I love teaching kits, they are so eager to learn new things and make friends and", Her rambling was cut off by a finger to her lips, Amanda's eyes bright and mischievous.

"No no not about the kits...about you and fox boy."

"Foxb...oh right, "Sharla slumped her shoulder, "Nothing to tell really...just a long history there." She sighed looking away. Amanda used her finger to tilt her head to face her, her voice barely a whisper, "Sweetie...did...he...did he hurt you?"

"Yea...but but...not like your thinking. He's...or well used to be.. a major jerk. He bullied everyone in school, especially me. We all joked about his lack of smarts...and he just picked on us. Last I heard though he moved far away from here." She shrugged, then noticed a confused look on the lactran's muzzle, "What?"

"Him?...a bully?," She paused thinking hard, then a look of clarity graced her muzzle, "Ooohhh...that explains a lot now."

Sharla cocked her head, "Explains what?"

"Hmm oh he shows up every year during our theme weeks...ya know...one day dress as your favorite hero...next day all in one color...etc. Well, he always shows up during the last day to give a small little speech on accepting all and not to bully others...its one of the main reasons the school orders pastries from his bakery."

"Really?", Sharla's eyes widened in shock, 'Could...could he really have changed? That much? He was a major asshole back then...and now he gives speeches on not bullying? Hmm,' "Wow...maybe I should...go apologize for running out then...it ...it has been a few years."

"Great idea...oh there's Shane, I need to talk to him about something..be right back." She cheerfully hugged the ewe, before she disappeared, only her brush tail showing where she went, leaving Sharla to think over and over about Gideon, the image of him snarling and slashing Judy burned into her mind.

It was 4pm, and she found herself standing in front of the bakery doors, the echoes of the old business name still etched on the glass, ready for a new title. She inhaled deeply, trying to quell any fear she had, but did little to help. Steeling her nerves, she all but flung the door open, the bell chiming happily as it swung. A familiar voice rang from the back, muttering with a clang, "Dagnabit, One second folks be right there," There was a sound of shifting and clanging before a happy sigh was heard. The back doors swung wide revealing her former bully, wiping flour onto his apron, "Sorry bout that, had little..." He stopped, both verbally and physically as he laid eyes on Sharla, unable to keep his eyes from roaming over her form to make sure he wasn't seeing things. Sharla watched his grey eyes watch her closely, she turned away and tried to hide a shudder. Her thoughts ran wild once more, this time wondering what Gideon could be thinking. Ways to bully her again? Hitting her? Her thoughts ceased as a nervous chuckle came from across the room, she whipped her head to see an uneasy smile on his muzzle, a far cry from the sneering facade she remembered so well.

"Hey...Sharla, g-g-good to uh...good to see ya...how ya...been?"

Sharla was taken aback by this. The stutter, the shuffling paws, the uneasy awkward stance...is this the same Gideon Grey? "Been..been good Gideon...how about you?" 'Small talk?! With HIM'

Gideon nervously chuckled again, "Better...things for a while was uh...shaky. But things looking up. ...Soo...teaching? What ever happened to uh," Gideon snapped his fingers and clicked his tongue looking for the right words, "Uh...astronaut, or ASRA?"

'He remembered? That's actually...impressive', "Oh uh...you know...didn't work out very well. Hooves not the best for finite work...plus...I'm afraid of heights and passed out during simulations heh." She chuckled, not believing this was going...this well.

"Yea...I guess so...glad to see your back...I uh...um...well I wanted to...no need to." Gideon stammered and stuttered, his paws sweaty as he fumbled with his words. He was getting mad at himself for this, he wanted this to go so much better..to say what he needed to and clear the air, but he was afraid...of what he couldn't say...but scared none the less.

Sharla saw this external struggle and was unsure of how to help, or what to say. He was acting like a scared kit, like he was terrified of something. She remembered back from one of her classes on dealing with kits and wonder if this would work. She slowly walked over, nervous as she saw the fox was already fuming mad, eyes closed, snarl and clenched paws. As she got closer her brain went nuts, the scent of angry pred warning her away, but she ignored and pressed on, until she was well within hitting distance. Sharla gulped and placed her hoof on his shoulder. His eyes snapped open, grey slits meeting her blues. She could see he was actually tearing up as his eyes returned to being rounded, and surprisingly soft and warm. She smiled warmly as best she could at him, "Gideon? It's OK...just take your time."

Gideon closed his eyes, inhaling deep, holding for a few seconds before letting it out as he counted. She noticed this as well as him rubbing his thumb and forefinger together. She recognized this...it was a calming method for therapy courses and wonder if...and why...Gideon took them. After ten seconds he opened his eyes, this time focused and unwavering as he stared into her softer blues. A light blush on her muzzle crept up, as his voice now took on a gentle tone, which almost sent a shiver up her spine...almost.

"Sharla...I am so so sorry for...well everything I did to you back then. I was...hurting emotionally, and needed a way to let it out, and unfortunately...I focused it on you and your friends. There's nothing I can fully say...or do to show you this...but I hope someday that...well...you can forgive me for being such a jerk."

Sharla couldn't not believe what she just heard. Gideon Grey...THE Gideon Grey...was asking for forgiveness? For all the stupid terrible things he did to her, no way...not in a million years. She had to go through therapy for...wait... he did the breathing trick too...so why did go to therapy and when? Too many thoughts went through her head. She breathed deep and pulled her hoof away slowly, "No...I wont forgive you Gideon...least...at least not soon. You, and Travis made a lot of our lives hell, and a sorry doesn't cut it...I'm sorry."

To her great surprise, Gideon smiled warmly at her, "Sharla...I know that it will take time...A lot of time. I wasn't asking for that today. I just needed to tell you how sorry I am, and that I want to do anything I can to try and make it up to you for it."

"Maybe...but for now?" She asked, curious to his response.

Gideon merely smiled, "Fer now? How about I get ya something to eat...I can hear your stomach grumbling from here."

Sharla blushed as on cue her abdomen rumbled, "OK...lets see what ya got."

Later on, Sharla walked up to her apartment, ready to relax when her phone rang. She fished it from her pocket, smiling as she saw her brother's name.

"Hey Gareth."

"Don't hey me Sis...did I see you coming from Gideon's bakery?"

"Um...yea... I went yesterday and ran out when I saw him...brought up a lot of memories Gar...so I went in today to show him I not scared of him anymore. Was surprising his said sorry."

"You didn't forgive his ass did you? "

"Well...no but..."

"But nothing sis...he's dangerous...it's all an act...I'm sure of it. Heard he went to therapy...and the doctor that 'treated' him...guess what...she works with violent offenders...like murderers."

Sharla gasped..."Did ...he ever..."

"You want to risk it? No ones seen Trevor or heard from him since freshman year."

Sharla thought about it...he was right. Gideon moved from the burrows a year prior to that and live with his grandma...and Trevor moved freshman year when his family packed up...but no one talks about him from what she remembered from Gareth's letters and calls. "They were best friends...Gideon wouldn't kill him. I think your just reading to much into things...again... like how you blamed your alien conspiracy blog on me not getting into ASRA."

"Fine fine...but dot come crying to me when he hurts you...or worse."

"Maybe...maybe I should humor you...talk to him?"

"Good thinking...get him to confess...cause then...we can run him out of town. If he's ANYTHING like what dad told us Mr. Grey was like...apple doesn't fall far Sharla."

Sharla hummed in agreement, remembering fondly her father and Mr. Hopps talking about Gideon's father and all the nasty things he did way back, before bidding her brother goodnight. Her thoughts never left, leading her to have very terrifying nightmares. When she awoke the next morning, she made up her mind, she was going to get all she could from Gideon...no matter what.